She’s wearing a siren red jumpsuit and white dirty flats. She’s bounding across the stage lifting her legs, doing stretches, marching... She looks like she’s either a jazzercise instructor or the Red Power Ranger channeling eons of inner powers.
Maybe you like to hula-hoop in a unitard at the bottom of the Alex in Berlin, or maybe you like to hula-hoop in the dark with your face painted. Or maybe you just like to dance naked in your kitchen scaring the meowmeow out of your cat. Either way, this song will get you making some pretty freakily unbalanced and carnal moves.
Hawthorne has not only kept the soul and grit we fell in love with in A Strange Arrangement but has come up with even more anthems exposing bitter breakups, incessant swooning and in “No Strings,” even posing a stiff argument for a one-night-stand
Keeping true to their quirkiness, they teamed up with Miranda July to score her new indie film The Future. Please view the following deleted scene. It contains tips for your problems with distraction.
It’s fairly common knowledge that occasionally relationships suck. They oftentimes end, blowing up after a few disagreements and name-calling, concluding in a mutually mature decision to part ways, or they can just POOF! disappear into a world of cartoons and unreturned phone calls.
Kreayshawn has so much swag it’s pumpin’ out her ovaries. Or at least that’s what she tells us in her hit song “Gucci Gucci.” We should also take note that the Oakland City Majesty is “colder than the fridge and the freezer,” and “snatchin’ all your bitches at [her] leisure.”
The first song off the album, “Family Tree” starts upbeat and dance-worthy as Cole Alexander whines in an almost Conor Oberst twang, “Feel so cold, walk with me…” until he starts screaming and you remember why you love the Black Lips. The music vibrates into your bones causing your limbs to morph into spasms of dance.
When Peanut Butter Wolf and Mayer Hawthorne got together to discuss the first straight-to-vinyl show in celebration of Stones Throw Records 15-year anniversary, Hawthorne had to reaffirm, “It’s straight to vinyl, so no digital anything? So I can say anything I want? Anything?”
Photo Gallery and Show Review: She’s head banging, jerking her whole body, using her crutch as a prop. Her booted foot is plodding on the speaker until one moment she stomps too hard and the speaker-- along with Glass-- tumble off the platform.
No Witch weirdly resembles the air of the old tune: “There’s a place in France, where the naked ladies dance…” You remember it from elementary school/middle school/high school-- I don’t have a clue how old you people are. But it’s splendid, and it sticks with you like rude sticks on Kanye.
Dave Wakeling: "I bet your granddad was a nice guy. But I bet your granddad’s shoes don’t fit ya. And there’s no reason for your granddad’s views to fit you either. And he wouldn’t ask for them to! But politically, we’re sometimes forced into that. So put me down for Lindsay Lohan, just so you get an answer. But of all the women who’d married me in the past, they’d probably tell Lindsay Lohan to watch her step. She thinks SHE'S fire."
That tortured vibe permeates through the whole collection. Wearing a crown of flowers on the album cover, she stares at us. Holding a flower in her mouth, daring us to come near to hear her wisdom. She channels a stunning Hawaiian princess. She sounds how you imagine a troubled and hippie-ish ballerina would sound, her music doing pirouettes and spins from her luscious lips.
It’s a party play list that’s already been made for you. 12 songs, not meant to be played as separate tracks, but continuously. That’s the genius of it. You don’t know where the song ends, or begins. It all just flows, like a stream… if that stream was having a PARTY. Bump it up while your mom bastes the turkey. Unless she’s undeniably hip, she’ll probably slap you in your face.